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Date night

The other night, when out for dinner, I caught myself staring at the table next to us. At it, sat a mother and daughter - just the two of them - deep in conversation. I watched as the daughter relayed the details of her day. Then, they would laugh. The mother would retort and they would laugh again. Wow. Adult conversation with your offspring! *Sigh* Someday. lol 

This gave me an idea - The 1st Sully Girls' date night. Nothing fancy. Just me, my girl and some ice cream. 

So off we went. At first, to be honest, I was a little self-conscious. Have you ever been out and seen someone carrying on a one-way conversation with a toddler? It looks a little crazy. As if sensing my apprehension, baby decided to step it up. She was talking my head off! And while it wasn't the sophisticated conversation I heard between the aforementioned mother and daughter, it was ours. And, I know we'll get there. We had a great time!

And I couldn't help but wonder.....who's watching us? 

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